Why do we cut?!!!

by Rebirth   Jun 28, 2012


Why do we cut?
I know for sure, it doesn't take away the pain
i know it doesn't make us hurt less
it just leaves scares that whenever we catch a glance at, remindes us of all we wanna run away from, a constant reminder, that stays with us, but worse now, it's visible
whenever it itches, we just wanna cut more
whenever we feel down, we just wanna cut more
whenever we are confused, we just wanna cut more
whenever we see the self inflicted scars, we just wanna cut more
is it that we just love the sight and smell of our own blood
or we just wanna have a reason to always wear long sleeves
why do we cut?
I know it doesn't ease the pain
cos i wrote this looking at my scars.

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  • 12 years ago

    by DeviousCharmer

    So true. realistic and emotional ,love it :)

  • Why do we cut?
    I know for sure, it doesn't take away the pain
    i know it doesn't make us hurt less
    ^^
    Capitalise the 'i' at the beginning

    it just leaves scares that whenever we
    ^^
    'scares' should be 'scars'

    catch a glance at, remindes us of all we
    ^^
    'remindes' should be 'reminds'

    wanna run away from, a constant reminder, that stays with us, but worse now, it's visible
    whenever it itches, we just wanna cut more
    whenever we feel down, we just wanna cut more
    whenever we are confused, we just wanna cut more
    whenever we see the self inflicted scars, we just wanna cut more
    is it that we just love the sight and smell of our own blood
    or we just wanna have a reason to always wear long sleeves
    why do we cut?
    I know it doesn't ease the pain
    cos i wrote this looking at my scars.
    ^^
    'i' should be capitalised in the last line.

    Overall;
    Ok, above I'm simply corrected grammar and spelling issues - got it out of the way. I really love how you write this from experience and you try to explain why people shouldn't self harm whilst asking the inevitable question of 'why?' -- I love that. It makes the reader (especially if they self-harm) question the point of it. Such a strong message to put forth.

    May I also suggest you separate the last three lines from the majority of the poem? Like this:

    Why do we cut?
    I know for sure, it doesn't take away the pain
    i know it doesn't make us hurt less
    it just leaves scares that whenever we catch a glance at, remindes us of all we wanna run away from, a constant reminder, that stays with us, but worse now, it's visible
    whenever it itches, we just wanna cut more
    whenever we feel down, we just wanna cut more
    whenever we are confused, we just wanna cut more
    whenever we see the self inflicted scars, we just wanna cut more
    is it that we just love the sight and smell of our own blood
    or we just wanna have a reason to always wear long sleeves

    Why do we cut?
    I know it doesn't ease the pain
    cos i wrote this looking at my scars.

    ^^
    I think in doing that, it will further emphasise your message and words.

    Also, I must say -- FLAWLESS ending. I did not expect that and it really made it all the more powerful.

    Excellent. 5/5

  • 12 years ago

    by Angel

    I`m with reyna on this. when i used to cut i did it because of all the other pain i was in.mentally, emotionally and kind of physically. it was a distraction and for me it was like me saying to the people that were hurting me that they werent the only ones who could hurt me. i did it for alot of other reasons too including relationships. i cut for two years letting everyone who found out think i was only doing it for a couple months. some people know that cutting doesnt make anything better but for some of us who cut its like for those few seconds everything seems ok. i just relapsed a week ago and after being clean for 6 months i regretted it i didnt make it that deep but for those few seconds of ppain i felt alright

  • 12 years ago

    by Omar

    Cutting yourself if awful. You make a lots of good points. Keep it up

  • 12 years ago

    by Reyna

    The scars are every time someone broke my heart, hurt me, every time i heard the crazy voices telling me to kill myself, every mistake iv'e made. the scars are my past. yes i stare at the and feel guilt and shame. but at the end of the day, the scars are my way of coping with a broken life that i cant control. if i'm called a freak for that then so be it. but for now iv'e been clean for 6 months and i'm slowly ending this cycle of self hate and depression that has kept me in bondage for 3 years. i'm heading for the light and facing my fears instead of running from them.

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